Forbidden Romance
eps 10's

Dilan pressed an apartment door button, her handsome face was very nervous and worried. It was as if a terrible event was waiting for him in front of him.

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Dilan did not need to press the doorbell button many times the apartment, because the residents inside had opened the door for him.

The door opened, instead of easing but the worry in Dilan's heart grew. For from where He stood he could smell the fresh blood piercing his nose.

Bead eyes that have been swollen with worry, immediately turned to the face of the occupant of the apartment room that opened the door for him.

The face that he felt like he wanted to punch, with his punch that never missed. However, again Dilan could only harbor his anger, as he was facing off against the esteemed Young Master KYOMI Group.

Dilan walked slowly, entering the first room of the apartment. His condition, of course, was far from neat and fragrant. That magnificent living room was only filled with chaos in every corner.

Dilan could imagine, what he would see next, because it felt both legs were confused, his footsteps slowed down. This was not the first time he had smelled these smells, he had often seen this kind of condition, having worked as Hiroshi's assistant. But this time, Dilan felt that something was wrong, because this mess was too chaotic.

Dilan finally entered also into the middle room of a very magnificent apartment, he was greeted by Hiroshi who only used a black bath kimono, which was the first way with a step faster than Dilan.

"I was accidentally, Dil!" hiroshi said without a tone of regret.

"Sir...!"

"Urus, don't talk to me!" Hiroshi bullies Dilan.

His legs grew heavier when he heard Hiroshi's words just now. Dilan is just a personal assistant, an ordinary man, who has worked with Hiroshi for over 10 years. An ordinary man who has to clean up every mistake made by his Master Hiroshi.

But Hiroshi's mistake this time, could it be possible for him to solve it. A woman's body drooping on a beautiful and expensive hairy carpet, naked and covered in fresh blood.

"You should be looking for a slightly stronger woman! I just hit him a few times, but he's passed out!" said Hiroshi who was still standing near Dilan was in shock.

Dilan who saw this very unusual sight, immediately approached the body of the woman who was lying helplessly with a splash of blood that almost covered the entire body of the woman.

"Miss...Miss!" Dilan tried to call the woman, but there was not a single word that he heard as authentic.

"Did he die?" ask Hiroshi.

Urat was afraid that Hiroshi's body might have broken up, however she had just tortured a woman until she was unconscious, but casually she asked about the death of her victim.

Dilan tried to calm down, he immediately grabbed the upper body of the woman who was completely naked. Look for a pulse from the Vein duct at the neck, then check it. It seemed like the pulse of this woman was very weak. If you do not get help quickly, then you can be sure, this woman will die slowly.

Dilan immediately took her pocketed phone and called someone.

"Hallo Doctor Herman!" greeting Dilan, it turns out Hiroshi's personal assistant is covering Doctor Herman, the personal doctor of the KYOMI Grub family.

Not yet the Doctor answered Dilan's greeting, Hiroshi took Dilan's phone by force. Without asking for approval from Dilan, Hiroshi turns off Dilan's call to Doctor Herman unilaterally.

Of course Dilan was astonished by Hiroshi's strange demeanor, he who was still crouching next to Hiroshi's sexual assault victim could only look towards his master with a puzzled look.

"This time, don't involve my parents! I'm too old to be advised at the dinner table for breakfast!" hiroshi said worriedly.

The only thing the heir to KYOMI Group was worried about was the nagging of his parents, and the life of the comfort girl he had hired in front of him, who was dying, was now just a small thing in his eyes.

The life of this comfort girl is no bigger than the brief scolding of Hiroshi's parents in the morning, for the man of Japanese blood.

It happens often, this kind of thing. Hiroshi was always worried about less than the lives of his victims. He never cared for the people he had taken his life for, just for his sheer satisfaction.

"Don't look at me like that!" Hiroshi rebuked Dilan, his words were flat but still, the man of Japanese origin had no remorse.